@Tennee Yes, that was quite a night for me. 3 ass slaps (husband), two murmurings of "You are really looking good" in my ear during the end-of-the-night-hugs (husband's colleagues) and hair play with the owner's girlfriend. Well okay then. I think I'm set until next year's party.
Confession time. I'm pretty sure I must have told my husband how to load an ice chest at least once. I think I remember him smiling at me gratefully as he described how hard it was to go to work and be expected to manage multi-million dollar projects but how nice it was at home with me by his side telling him how to put ice in a box.
Well, I've never measured my husband's thighs, but I am pretty sure they are nearly as big as my waist. Freakin' tree stumps. Don't even try to keep up with him on an uphill climb. He got his body from work, not the gym and he us a strong guy, so, yeah, I guess the power look is my preference.
No, not The Mountain, the redhead. He was on the right on my monitor. The Mountain is not too slim for me.